Feed the Child
Last week before our service/worship started, one of the young guys (early 20's) was sitting at a table doodling on a sheet of paper with a pencil. Let me note, as an aside, that everyone in my church is young compared to me. I think I even have the Pastor by a decade. Good thing that I act silly sometimes. Working with teens keeps me in the now of youth I suppose. I am a study in silliness, seriousness, and stupidity. Paradox Man. I can be sweet, I can be sardonic, I can be sarcastic, I can be spiritual. I can be schizoid in a sane way I suppose. Enough self in one sentence. My Dad calls me a Narcissist. I suppose he should know. We are all Narcissist. Every last one of us walking this earth. The young guy was tracing a shape. He kind of looked like one of those kids at a restaurant who has a loose pile of crayons, a fag of Crayolas, coloring away on a sheet. That activity that is designed to keep kids engaged in something so that they don't get distracted and start